It has been about a year since my last blog post and almost exactly 14 months since my dad’s death. Here are some thoughts about what has happened along the way.
My mother’s grief
When I last wrote, my mom was determined to move on and not get stuck in a grieving process. To that end she decided she didn’t want to participate in the group counseling offered by hospice, even though she liked and respected the woman leading the group.
I continued visiting my mom once a week. My mom continued accumulating piles of things that she wanted to “go through” but they just ended up in her bedroom, unsorted. Soon her bed was inaccessible due to the piles of papers, and she moved into Dad’s room to sleep. She quit cooking (never a passion for her) and subsisted on ham and cheese sandwiches. She set up her sewing machine to work on a quilt for her great-granddaughter (born March 2017) but never got to it.
My visits were mostly spent helping out in small ways. Sometimes I did some minor cleaning for her, sometimes I ran errands for her or took her grocery shopping. We often went out for lunch. I offered to help with her “sorting” project but she said she didn’t think I could help.
One day my husband came with me to visit Mom. Mom began telling him how she felt unable to concentrate on anything or accomplish anything. It was strange to hear her tell him this while I sat there listening. On a visit soon after that, I insisted upon tackling the stuff on her bed and we made a lot of progress. The project became something manageable for her instead of something overwhelming and out of control.
My mom gradually began coming out of her fog. She started keeping up with her housework and meeting friends for coffee. After the one-year anniversary of my Dad’s death (Dec. 10), my mom attended the grief support group offered by hospice. She told me she felt she was getting through her grief but was impatient that she wasn’t further along. She was amazed that others in the group were experiencing the same feelings and struggles that she was. Now when I visit Mom we often spend our time browsing in the giant second-hand store near her home, which we both enjoy. My mom has asked me to help her paint her living room once the weather gets warmer.
My grief
I continue to dream about my dad from time to time. The last time was about a month ago. I dreamed that he was alive and confused. I felt very guilty because we had all thought he was dead and had been neglecting him.
After visiting my mom weekly this year — spending time with her that is not centered on caring for my dad — I have grown much closer to her. I enjoy her and feel very comfortable around her. I sometimes confide in her and we often laugh together. I’ve recently realized that she has by far become the “friend” that I see the most often. Although I’m very glad our relationship has grown so much this year, I think it would probably be good for me to balance my friend circle again.
Lately the 150-mile round-trip drive to visit my mom has felt arduous. I don’t know what has caused this change. It could be the colder weather. Also I am now working three days a week and sometimes finding it difficult to squeeze everything I need and want to do into the remaining four days. But truthfully: Sometimes I just waste my time off resisting doing the things I know I need to do. I don’t know if that is a signal that I need to make a change in my routine or if it is just a mood thing or what. There are other things unrelated to the focus of this blog that have created stress for me this year, and those things are also resolving somewhat. So I wonder if something in me is just starting to feel like it is okay to break down a little bit now.
There are other updates to give you but I’m going to sign off for now. I don’t know if I’ll write a Part II update soon, and/or if I’ll return to regular blogging, but if I do you’ll be the first to know!